Of Brevity: one by Then

by Harmony Holiday

Gone then risen

Milk dawn gone then risen

Our ephemeral fawning done

Gone sanguine then risen in spell

High with your wrist while nihil busy

Unburrowing dice teams from sand figurines

Risen to swirl steam scooping passing seemingly

A kindred-ided up and up, born of dormant corners

Forms filial then filled Goes mourn and swoon

Love have and love loom Union and risen

 

National Poetry Month #26